Well, we finally arrived here in Playa Guiones where we will be staying for a week while we try to get our feet underneath us. I’m thankful for award tickets that got us here for about $100 in total, but flying to Toronto, staying in the airport overnight, and then flying another six hours to Liberia is inefficient to say the least. The once we landed, we rented a car to drive to Playa Guiones, which we thought was going to be a two hour drive. The trip was much longer, and the road much rougher than we expected. So we’re exhausted and on each other’s nerves a little bit. I could do well without hearing another “Why?” question for a few days! But we’re here, and we even had a little time play on the beach and in the warm waves.
I’ve been so busy the past few weeks that it has been hard to really realize the magnitude of what we’re doing. We’ve just been trying to get here. Now that we’re here, it’s starting to sink in a bit. I was playing in the waves with Jacob and noticing how lusciously beautiful the wet-season backdrop is against the Pacific in the light of the setting sun. We’re not simply enjoying this for a week. This is our reality for a year. But at dinner tonight, as we were all exhausted and waiting for our food, the terror began to grow. This is our reality for a year. No job. No income. No comfortable and stable home. No letting Rachel deal with the “Why?” questions for the bulk of the day only to arrive at home for dinner and bedtime. Our reality for a year…
As we were walking home in the dark and in the rain, holding the kids to comfort them from the barking of the neighbor’s dog, we got attacked by fire ants. It’s thundering and pouring rain outside, which I find to be soothing and relaxing, but the kids are worked up tonight and having a hard time going to sleep, even though they’re exhausted. Charlotte said she wanted to go home to “our blue house” (our apartment). This change is unsettling for them too.
I get how the Israelites felt so many times out in that desert. “What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt?”
I’ve been so busy the past few weeks that it has been hard to really realize the magnitude of what we’re doing. We’ve just been trying to get here. Now that we’re here, it’s starting to sink in a bit. I was playing in the waves with Jacob and noticing how lusciously beautiful the wet-season backdrop is against the Pacific in the light of the setting sun. We’re not simply enjoying this for a week. This is our reality for a year. But at dinner tonight, as we were all exhausted and waiting for our food, the terror began to grow. This is our reality for a year. No job. No income. No comfortable and stable home. No letting Rachel deal with the “Why?” questions for the bulk of the day only to arrive at home for dinner and bedtime. Our reality for a year…
As we were walking home in the dark and in the rain, holding the kids to comfort them from the barking of the neighbor’s dog, we got attacked by fire ants. It’s thundering and pouring rain outside, which I find to be soothing and relaxing, but the kids are worked up tonight and having a hard time going to sleep, even though they’re exhausted. Charlotte said she wanted to go home to “our blue house” (our apartment). This change is unsettling for them too.
I get how the Israelites felt so many times out in that desert. “What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt?”
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